Chapter 3

Erica picked up her coffee and took a small sip.

"You're not going anywhere," she said.

I looked at her calmly and asked, "Are you planning to lock me up?"

"Lock you up?" Erica repeated, her lips curling into a mocking smile as if she'd just heard a joke. "Samuel, you really think too highly of yourself.

"I just... need a personal assistant."

Personal assistant?

I could hardly believe what I'd heard.

"The personal assistant position at Globalite Group comes with a salary in the millions. People all over the world are scrambling for it. What, is it not good…